Holy... my house

Its crazy that the whole time at school I had no desire to drink at all. But after a week back in my house I can barely understand why I'm not pouring vodka into my kool-aid.


Of course I won't, because of the numerous reasons I don't drink, but holy cow, my house has made the thought cross my mind where it never did at college. What a wacky way to feel. The one thing my house is, is damn good birth control ( well, now much more so than two years ago... I think they learned their lesson)